Dr Osric King Novels & Stories

I nodded, already deciding that a new law would have to be enacted, something to be Melody’s and My first edict as rulers. Knock, knock. A nurse was at the door, her face wary and pale. The rogue attack was unexpected; raking out almost half the staff here as more wounded were rushed in for help. “The Doctor is finished with the Queen, my King.” She looked around the hall, jumping slightly when something fell in the distance. “He will have Melody out in no time. Should be about twenty minutes or so.’ “Any complications?” I hated asking it, but I needed the know. Tension through the pack link was all I felt though as Jude took her time in answering.

Victor approached the commotion. "Is there a problem here?" "Mr. Victor!" Anna chirped, sliding into her most professional persona. "I was just informing Mrs. Miller—well, ex-Mrs. Miller—that I am Aris. I believe my application was processed this morning?" Mr. Victor looked at Anna, then at the tablet in his hand. He seemed hesitant, but the lure of having the "Tech God" return to his stage was too great for his ego to ignore. "The digital signature provided matches the historical encrypted keys of Aris's early work. If you claim the title, the committee accepts. We have missed your brilliance."

A decisive motion to tear the fabric from her body halted when King Osso’s voice boomed from outside. “Rhodes, your son peed on me!”

was broken—not by an enemy, but by a necessity. Dr. Rossi showed up twenty minutes later. He was a silver-haired man with a battered leather bag who couldn't have cared less about the high-tech scanners or the armed guards. He actually shooed Dominic out of the room—which was an impressive thing to watch—and spent half an hour checking my vitals.

Marcus stepped into his quarters and saw Dax and Oscar drinking in his bar. “Good thing you're here, Marcus.” Dax patted the open seat beside him so that he could sit by his side. “Who is in trouble this time?” Marcus asked sarcastically. He moved forward to join them in the bar. “The king is the one in trouble,” Oscar jokingly clamoured. He raised the bottle of whiskey in his hand and was about to refill Dax’s glass. “One or two shots?” he smirked.

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

6 MAN (agitated): "And let me guess, like me, dear lords, you all have come running here because King Roderick is the most powerful among us." 1 MAN (smirking): Indeed. Your intuition serves you right. The men nod in confirmation. 1 MAN (anxiously): "But when will King Roderick be here?" Suddenly, with a thunderous creak, the giant doors of the chamber swing open, revealing a silhouette in the doorway. A hushed silence falls over the room as Lord Alden, King Roderick's trusted advisor, steps forward, his expression grave. The men, caught off guard, exchange bewildered glances, their curiosity turning to unease.

Ricardo said with annoyance, “My king, we have gone a long way, and we have done so many things together, we've shared many secrets, and we built this kingdom together, I think I suppose to have a say” Rosalie said, “Tell me your problems, tell me what you want, money, drugs, make your demands, I'm up to the task,” Ricardo said, “Don't worry, I don't need anything, I have to go back to my apartment” Rosalie, “Don't hurt my daughter because I cherished her” Ricardo said,

Shit. General Foch—or Pharaoh Menes—laughed out loud, then awarded me another evil grin. "You are a funny woman, Miss Chase. However, unfortunately for you, this is what it is. That double mark on your neck tells it all. You may be a human, but you are mated to the dragon king and the alpha king." He paused and for a moment, I saw pain flash in his eyes. "Just like before..." "Before?" I parroted. "This happened before?"

More respect than I think either of us expected. “Young Kingston,” a man offers his hand. “You have more support than you realize.” Adam shakes the hand and nods. “We are so pleased to have you here, even for a short visit,” Another old female says, shaking Adam’s hand. “I thought you were demoted?” I say as we take our seats. “I was,” he says. “All rise for his most honorable King Augustus the third of the Werebeasts,” a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand.